Discover what happens after the break-up

Taking the easy road

Today I saw a counselor.For $65 an hour, they had the brilliant decision that I am depressed.Yeah, no joke buddy.In any case, the doctor recommended that I get on an anti-depressant.When I say he suggested it, I actually mean he strongly advocated that I take that option.His exact words, “This will get worse before it gets better.Do you want to feel like this for an indeterminate amount of time?”

Given how I feel the question brought me up short.I mean who wants to feel like this; empty, numb, angry, constantly thinking about someone who is not thinking about you.I have a friend that is under the glorious, her words not mine,” influence of medication, and suggested I try it out.Her words were echoing in my mind as the doctor explained why I needed to consider this course of action.

Ultimately I decided against it.I’m afraid to say, because it may offend some people, but the emotional, male, ego driven side of me could not allow myself to turn to medication, over a female too foolish to keep what she had.The more logical, and less offensive side of me said, well, what about when I get off of it?It’s not as if I can take it forever, and when I do stop, my ex and me will not be together most likely.So what then?

No, I cannot do it.Whatever the consequences, I must face and overcome this turn of events in my life.I must, and I will.